Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.